To do this week:
- Finish drawing, and carve, my depiction of the legendary Blumenganz (“flower goose”) who brings spring to the earth.
- Start learning third position on the violin.
- Make gumbo.
- Pay sales taxes.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things does not belong.
I can still hand-code HTML and CSS but hang me if I will ever be able to remember markdown syntax beyond boldface and italics. Hence, if you saw it, my short-lived ordered-list testing post in which I hit “post” instead of simply closing it. Apparently it’s going be that kind of day (#2).
This morning I saw in a blog post something I thought I would like to have, and so: took out writing paper and pen, wrote a note explaining what I wanted, enclosed a check, addressed and stamped the envelope, and clipped it to the mailbox. Because the group selling the calendars as a fundraiser do not engage in what used to be called “e-commerce.” I appreciate the implicit suggestion that if you cannot figure out how to request a calendar via physical-world channels, you are not likely one of their people anyhow.
Last month I saw a Baltimore Oriole at my window feeder, probably the same one twice, as they only visit in winter and then rarely. This morning another one came by that I thought might be a female but was instead a bird in its first winter: orange like nothing else around here, but dully so. I am going to put some raisins on the ledge and see if I can make a regular.
Much cheaper than airfare!
I thought I was buying a (used) CD of German Baroque Christmas music… it was in fact a 7-CD set. I am going to need more days of Christmas.
Last craft market on Saturday: I am just about sold out of everything. Next week I’ll start over. I feel like the ox cart man. Only less picturesque.
Harvesting the last of the fall garden on the solstice.
Ice is slippery, but we still don’t really know why.